ELIRADrip. Drip. Drip.The sound is slow and steady, bleeding gently into my subconscious, but somehow still bearing enough power to make me wonder where its coming from.Slowly, I peel my eyes open, hating myself the moment bright lights steal through them and sends a searing pain straight through my brain.Where the hell am I?I look around, my eyes scanning the high, arched stone ceiling above me, complete with small stones that catch the light and glint with magic. A frown kisses the space between my brows and I let my eyes fall closed again, sniffing he air as I try to draw out some sort of scent to give away my whereabouts.The air smells damp, like earth and something rough. Like I’m stuck beneath the surface, being kept by something older than just magic.Opening my eyes again, I raise my head off the… pillow. I have a fluffy, cloud-soft pillow under my head, and I’m lying in a bed that feels just as soft. Like it was torn from the heavens and sewn into a mattress.I’m almost
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